But Forever Said, Tomorrow

He startled the woman. he knew the winds were loud, and that his approach would be muffled, but surely she would at least scent his approach? The wind was blowing at his face, thus blwoing his scent away, but he had been more than close enough for her to scent him regardless. It was a gross lack of awareness, and Vittore frowned. It was in that moment, though, that moment when he spotted the confusion on her face. Dannazione! He forgot that... that this was not home, that his language was something few understood. He'd only encountered one who had, a boy named Starling who was a sweet and gentle little thing. He sighed softly. So, he'd have to communicate purely through body language - that was no problem, but truly he desired for someone to know his language. Not that... he needed to repeat the question. Her body language made her stance quite clear, and he eyed the form of the wolf warily. He kept his own body stiff and ready to fight; his ears were pricked, and his tail hung loosely behind him. He had no desire to fight a woman, let alone in this environment, but he'd do what he must if the creature attacked him. Instead, he sighed heavily. "I not speak Common," he tried to get out, the words heavily accented absolutely grammatically incorrect. His lack of the language frustrated him, but he had not found Starling again for the boy to teach him as was promised.